Here's one secondary motivation: maybe I'll learn some HTML tricks. Then I look under the hood, maybe I'll learn to fly first. Like I have time for this.

First time I wrote I kept it in a journal. Probably had about 100 pages done in it. Lost it in a move.

Stopped for a while, then started keeping everything in an old 486. That's all lost in an "I don't know how, but it's fried" mishap. I suppose that is technically recoverable as it sits now in the garage eating square feet. It's in "Stuff Purgatory".

Stuff Purgatory is that time between Stuff's last usage and the day you decide either to use it again or toss it. Clothes are most common. "I have not worn this shirt in a year. I'm never going to wear it. And besides I want something new."

Except for ties. I keep my ties. I come to think of them as a time line of my life. My tie wearing life. Once in a while I'll try to bring a tie off the timeline into the rotation. Sometimes it works, and sometimes about lunch, I look down and think, "What compelled you to wear this brightly colored turd around your neck?" It's like a bad flashback.

My son has occasion to wear ties for school functions now and then. He and I have a blast picking them out of my little museum. His youthful ireverence allows him to pick freely from the collection. Watching your son go off in a tie you wore ten years prior, that's a good time to be a father.

When my wife figured out I was keeping ties, she wasn't pleased.
Wife,"What else are you planning to keep for the sake of nostalgia?"
Me,"Anything that might annoy you."
At the time I used as a rational that a son might wear these one day. This was well in advance of any children. Nothing is sweeter in a marriage than pulling out an "I told you so" a decade later. Nothing.

Did a guy like Nostradamus do stuff like this? In addition to everything we know, he probably had this great body of undocumented work that was nothing but hassling Mrs. Nostradamus. It's not like he could shut it off.
Nosti.,"I told you 10 years ago your bum brother would be on his 12th job by now."
Mrs. Nosti.,"Will you shut up, take the garbage out, & take a stab at something out about 500 years from now."


I can see how I'll do this now. It's a stream of consciousness blog. Like we need another one of those.
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